A Reminder to Laugh... And to Mop.

It is not very often that I see something that causes me to actually gasp out loud, but...

The most exciting thing happened in our kitchen today!

And no, it definitely wasn't cooking.

Today is the glorious day known as laundry day. I finally finished all of the baby laundry and sorting yesterday, so I decided to do our grown up laundry today. I was feeling so ambitious, that I decided I'd do a load of towels and other linens too.

I know. Look out.


Important background information:

In our little college apartment, our washer and dryer are across from each other in our kitchen.

We are VERY used to random water sounds in our apartment. It constantly sounds like someone is peeing down our wall or that a pipe upstairs burst and is leaking into our apartment. We're good at ignoring them by now.


Scene.

The last load, of towels and linens, was in the washer. I had just finished organizing a bunch of baby stuff. I decided that it was time for a break. I would put my feet up, listen to Harry Potter, and crochet for a little while.

All of my hopes and dreams of putting my feet up walked out the door the moment I did. I heard the sound of gushing water and looked toward the kitchen to see a fountain of it!! [Good thing I had just emptied my bladdder.]

The output hose on the washer decided to disconnect itself from the drain and shoot straight out towards the dryer and into the basket of my freshly cleaned and dried whites. It was quite an impressive jet of water. How long it had been like that, I don't know -- Long enough to pump quite a bit of yummy water onto the kitchen floor and everything else near it [including my basket of clean dishtowels].

I was so shocked, the only thing I could think to do was run over there and shove the hose back in the drain. So I did, soaking my socks and myself in the process, along with my stack of cook books. It worked to stop the flow though.

I didn't even try to clean it up right away because I was so stunned. I called Logan and laughed for about 5 minutes with him before getting to work on cleaning it up. It was quite a process, made especially exciting with my protruding belly.

I guess it was time to mop the floor anyways...

Moral of the story... There isn't one. But, it just goes to show that things tend to get really exciting right when we think we have it all under control.


And boy, did I find a wonderful excuse to enjoy a big bowl of ice cream with my feet up. ;) [As if I needed one. Hehe]



Also, 34 weeks now. Baby's got developed lungs! "Everything looks good." [I feel like this phrase just doesn't describe my swollen, pregnant body, right now, but it is what we say, isn't it?]

Normal faces and poses are overrated this week.

Baby girl is still extremely active. She kicked the doppler while they were listening to her heartbeat this morning. Apparently it is not ok for anyone to invade my her space. Also, she is head down. Woop!

Everything is swollen and uncomfortable. My fingers have started to feel like they are broken when I wake up each morning because the fluid likes to build up there in my sleep. My doctor informs me that this is probably going to get worse. Yay! [At least he's honest, right?]

The mustard craving is back! Mustard on tuna sandwich. Mustard on fried potatoes. Mustard on everything! MMMMM is for Mustard.

I look significantly pregnant enough now that strangers often ask me "what I'm having." [When I feel particularly spicy, I want to say, "A Human." But, I am good at keeping a nice exterior most of the time. ;)]


Don't be spicy. Don't think that laundry day is always boring and monotonous. And DO eat ice cream. :)